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cecilie hviid Oct 2017
jeg faldt engang for en kvinde
ikke på den der forelskede måde
mere bare i form af en dyb fascination
i tre år agerede *** støttehjul
og så pludselig
flyttede *** ud i periferien af mit liv
fik sådan lidt en post-fascinations-depression
og brugte yderligere tre år på at forsøge
at finde hendes dobbeltgænger
det lykkedes ikke
da jeg endelig havde sluttet fred
med fraværet af hende i mit liv
dukkede *** op og sagde alle mulige smukke ting
*** er det bål man hælder hundrede liter vand på
men som alligevel
blusser op igen og brænder skoven ned
og jeg ved ikke om jeg skal lægge
mit hoved på hendes skulder, fortælle hende
at *** har reddet mit liv mindst én gang
eller bare drikke kaffe
og snakke om vejret
Sebastian Macias Jul 2016
I am interested in matters
And IDEAS that took time to evolve
Into the creations that they are
The fascinations that took
Time to understand,
The **** with depth and mystery
More than what my eyes comprehend
I enjoy the things I don't understand
Things my ears see, and my eyes listen to
The stuff that leaves me angry and confused
I enjoy the architecture of creation
Move me, it is all I ask of the world
The universe doesn't even know
When I am wasting my time and breath
That big fat black plane of space to nowhere!
She only knows when I stick my meat
Deep inside a beautiful woman at night
As the woman calls her with moans
And she recognizes me after our *******
Now I say thank you as I
Reach for my time to forget the universe
Travis Green Dec 2018
The rhythm of his firm body
excites my brown eyes, his
curly afro running through
my mind, his forehead full
of lustrous designs, his cheeks
a glorious valley of bright hues,
the poetry inside my soul that
shines across the vivid oceans.
I love the depth in his words,
how his soft languages of love
curl in the air and illuminate
in the midnight.  His ******
appeal entices my dreams,
the shimmer and flowing
creations of soft melodies
over nighttime chemistry,
taking his clothes off
piece by piece, embracing
the magic in his dynasty –
the late-night sensual vibes
hovering in the jazzy
sky, the bopping beats
pounding inside his chests,
the blazing blunts and
hypnotic Cîroc.  Ice Cube's
song, Today was a good day,
circling the stars above.
The stroking fascinations,
the vivid vibrations, the
immense elevations, the
amazing equations of
escape captivating his
heart.
PawanTube Jul 19
My Girl loves me despite
What i'm saying?
I'm not too high to realize
What i'm longing.
Too much difference between me and you
I need to take off my wings
I need to pull off my fascinations
I'm insane and my mind losted !
I'm stained around this pain
It's ain't enough.....

Through your sweet smile and round face
Where i'm belonging
I ain't feel alive without my phone ringing
selfish too much 'bout you
Despair but much i needed you
So you can love me much as i can?

To my all questions i ain't go shut up.
So why don't you admit it.
If you did with your choice.
I'm asking !
How far you've given me a space
Do i exist to your life
Do you wishing me right next?
Do you suppose me to kiss?
tight.
Do you suppose me to hug?
Holding me up for a while,
Effortlessly, you'd says  don't know!
Had you seen yourself at my place
Although never i'll meant you to feel hurt.
That's all i got instead,
In the name of LOVE.
19/07/19
My Girl loves me despite
What i'm saying?
I'm not too high to realize
What i'm longing.
Too much difference between me and you
I need to take off my wings
I need to pull off my facinations
I'm insane and my mind losted!
I'm stained around this pain
It's ain't enough.....

Through your sweet smile and round face
Where i'm belonging
I ain't feel alive without my phone ringing
selfish too much 'bout you
Despair but much i needed yoU
So you can love me much as i can?

To my all questions i ain't go shut up.
So why don't you admit it.
If you did with your choice.
I'm asking !
How far you've given me a space
Do i exist to your life
Do you wishing me right next?
Do you suppose me to kiss?
tight.
Do you suppose me to hug?
Holding me up for a while,
Effortlessly, you'd says  don't know!
Had you seen youself at my place
Although never i'll meant you to feel hurt.
That's all i got instead,
In the name of LOVE.
Travis Green Jun 4
I have heard that being
a homosexual comes
with a price, a jumbled
diction drifting into deep
dilemmas and trembling
domains.  I have heard
that the world will see
you differently and try
to ostracize your existence.
I have heard that a real man
is molded from hard blazing
bricks, built from the deepest
bridges of brilliant artistry.
To be a strong man and live
in this world, one must cast
out any temptations that
conflict with your true creation,
one must channel every fiber
of their platform into an
astonishing mansion made
from the toughest bricks
unknown to mankind.
But I am here as a ***
man living the language
of love, embracing the
circle of life, the colorful
depictions encompassing
me, bright purple shadows
beside my light, the horizon
of clouds above my canvas.
I am closer to my truth and
understand the rhythm
of every awakening wave –
the upbeat trees twirling
in thrilling tranquility, fragrant
flowers beaming in bright
designs, city streets a captivating
sensation of amazing fascinations.
Travis Green Jun 6
I tried to deny the feelings
that I had for him, the long
moments standing in the
rain, allowing the beating
rhythms to sift inside my heart,
let its existence remind me
that I had to let go of the
whirling derivatives, to
cleanse my mind from the
ties that confined me
into dangerous dimensions.
But his love was too great
for me to walk away.  I could
feel his breath rising over me
with ease freezing upon my flesh
as I fell into his web of flaming
passion, brown eyes staring
within my vessel, brightening
the crevices of my creation,
his dark dreads a dimension
of various depths taking me
places I could only imagine
existed inside my dreams,
his drumbeating trombone
bringing me to a destination
of flawless fascinations.  
I wasn’t in love with him
Anymore.  I was in love
with him again and again
as I tried to block every
meaningless diction outside
my head, the scrambled
mazes trying to convince
me that his flame was
all that I needed to live
another day, the broken
bottles scattered across
the floor – it’s blurred
depiction a longing I
could not erase from
my heart.  And as I stood
in the kitchen staring
at the falling rain pounding
against my windowpane,
it’s damaged sounds running
through my veins, each shattered
vowel breaking me down piece
by piece, reminding me that
as much as I wanted to run in
the shadows, his love would
always find me and bring
my soul back into his domain.
Rox Jul 2018
Below the surfaceless
looking above
under the furls of wavering clouds
all you'd see is that untouched stare
an absence of warmth disclosed
elapsing over,
collapsing over
you

Shallows edges so elusive,
as obscure as a serpents nest
anonymous as the rest,
intrusive like these dated feelings

and yet those eyes like minds wander
wonder as if it's ever been to lie beyond
those gated passages to Edens flowers
a pocket of hours been laid before you,

Ghosts.

And the continuance to roam
inside of these channels
left empty and vacuous

so out of depth,
with filtering essence of memory
faltering lights of ambiguity,
letting the pieces drip upwards

you’re alone together with what ties are to be had
you speak as through the pith
of this insecurity,
the plight of this immaturity

a footstep in the waters
spilling from your tongue.

Venture from the beginning
a start to finish
as though time bounded in ripples
your tinted sight lines
undesigned and impalpable
even through strategy

under the palms, your hands,
the happens mind of another kind,
settling not in stones but
in sands
a habitual mess of ingraining
always draining and seeping

never enclosing,
fostered only by a feint solace
in the flooded catacombs of yours.

A participance of midnights moons
in these swimming conversations,
cycled discussions
the rising tides of snake eyes
with one onerous touch
submerging your voice

into a fragmented drowse

burning notes left from pictures
choking out all that swirls
the delirious magnetism of weight that pulls to you
creating an astringent terrain,
as your blood is spilling down

a pipeless drain.

A manifestation of ego's brain bubbling down
under the masque of self-worth and integrity
into a thick mud
painted with entitlement

across a dotted line

the deeds of your fascinations
possessions to another
inclinations unbeknownst to you,
against the black skies
opposing truths of deflection

you find yourself with silkless ink
writing what you think it to be
beyond your skin

and the closer the pen drips
the tighter the bolts become
on the grips over your perception
a darker rainstorm

straining out
lifelessly.

Pressure slowly eased
into soothful washing
though cliffs eroded from memory

cresting the hall
that remains beneath

as a little boy
with glassless eyes
and a mouth full
of rose thorns,

Greeting you

To the welcomes of goodbyes,
until the shrill whispers
of the sirens of deception call you

once more

threading over your faces
elapsing the rims of reality,
overgrowing its garden
into a shipwrecked valley

warped by tainted reveries.
Mira Alunsina Nov 2018
You clothe me with your naked soul
On a forbidden Monday night
We enthrall ourselves with fascinations of an easy traverse
Since everything is merely surreal
We worry not on the dictations of the world
Thus, in the still of the night we ponder upon the thoughts of our bare minds
Bare but with no sense of shame nor vulnerability
In your arms, oh in those arms I feel nothing but complete serenity
You engulf me and that made me feel safe
Your sweet caress feeds my silly but profound fantasies
You keep me sane with your insanity
You are yet another miracle and you came in perfect timing because I desperately needed one
You are my escapism
From this utterly corrupted world
You are my felicity
Which I truly long for
You are my secret
Which I never intend to share
Tonight
We fall short
Tonight
We fall in love
Tonight
We enkindle amidst the darkness
Tonight
We enflame with burning desire
Tonight
We cease to exist
Tonight
We commune to live
Tonight
We made a mess
Tonight
We won't mind
Tonight
You are mine
Forever
I am yours
From this forbidden Monday night to
Forevermore.
Arcassin B Oct 2018
By Arcassin Burnham

Seeds of evil will grow and puncture any wound from the stomach up leaving illusions and wild fascinations,
Just as worst as Gotham City but without the bat blinded from the truth of situations,
Fathers and mother's crying ****** ****** for children's dissaperences on the come-up,
Will another person with black skin that didn't do nothing will end up shot up?
Times are hard I understand but there are things bigger than me and you bickering now,
Any fact about the world that I would kick to you , you'd ignore, you're afraid somehow,
If you're someone that'll rather be home saving up all your money while joining a crowd,
People in the afterlife will be amazed , progress would've paid off, I'm proud.

Purpose follows any plan and any agenda , God Created purpose so he knows what all applies,
The masters of war correlates with Hades leading to the end of some of our lives,
Some will stay and fight , some will run away and some will just hide and decide to flee,
Strong will survive and weaklings stay behind , don't want to be known as someone cowardly,
False prophets that pretend like they help in any situation would just get you lost,
Like a broken record spinning the same thing like a loop hell , there's no earthly costs,
Battling things in your mind but need some medications to hopefully warm the soul,
Stop hiding behind security looking for clarity , you need to be bold.

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She said love was overrated and all I did was just drop my head,
Thinking you were happy,this was fake,I'd rather die instead,
I'm just playing baby,I'm not tryna' get you scare tonight,
Teaching me humility,there is no more room to cry,
We've both had broken hearts and nothing can replace the hate we feel,
Determined to show you a compassionate side so you could heal,
**** the stars and **** eclipses,don't have to bring you the moon,
Even though we don't conversate,I can't wait to see you soon,
Dreaming of a day where I could be the one to laugh with you,
I'm finding the nerve to have the courage not to deal with you,
Learning all the lies and all the secrets that you hid from me,
Now I think it's time for me to teach you some humility.
©abpoetry2018

https://arcassin.blogspot.com/2018/10/see-lte-2-official.html

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